Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.